discontentOne of the women in the class, Liz, asked me before the class started if I thought the music was maybe too loud. I said sure, and she went to the front of the class to ask the instructors to keep it down. Stephen is the one she spoke with and he agreed to cut the volume back.
Danya, however, was the first instructor, and it wasn't long before she was telling Stephen to turn it up, and then turn it up again. About ten minutes into the class Liz left. We then learned that she had filed a written complaint about the volume of the music. Stephen asked the class for a show of hands or something, did we think it was too loud? People yelled out, "no, it needs to be that loud!" "turn it up!" Needless to say, I felt drowned out. I figured I'd talk to the instructors afterwards, let them know Liz was not alone in her feelings. After I got my stuff put away, though, and had gone to the front, the two instructors were starting in on some moves, maybe for another class. I didn't want to interrupt them.
I felt badly that I did not back Liz up, especially considering how often I am irritated by loud music wherever I go. This is probably going to hang around the back of my mind for a while.
